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Chapter 11: Some Down Time
A Champion's Challenge
Walking through the Arena Exterior...
Pride
A feeling that washed over King's body like water in a shower. King wore a tired, but satisfied smile, not ashamed of showing off his satisfaction from the win that came out of today. He walked the exterior of the Arena, thinking to himself about what happened. Sure, all he did was take control over his friend's body, and made a few faces here and there, but simply being part of the reason that they've won the match made him feel all giddy, like the skills he had at that moment were actually useful when they were needed the most. Weirdly enough, this was a feeling that King hadn't felt in a long time. Sure, his games were something that gave him this feeling sometimes, knowing full well very few had the skills to even approach his direction. But when it came to this feeling of accomplishment, one where it involved actual skill to be implemented in real life, almost no game he had played could match it.
"Huh, so this is how a REAL win feels like… I could get used to this feeling…" King said to himself with a smile, thinking deeply that he might be actually enjoying his time in the Arena.
After a few more minutes of walking the exterior hallways, and an ongoing feeling of deep satisfaction, King came across the entrance of the Arena's medical bay, housing the injured heroes of today's matches. With a smirk, King decided to see a certain tin soldier.
Medical Bay Interior…
The medical bay wasn't anything too massive, considering how the tournament usually has only 3-5 main matches per day, and as a result, the need of a large medical facility wasn't really necessary. But to say the medical bay was anything less than a regular hospital ward, you would be sorely mistaken. Retrofitted with lounge areas, and miniature hot springs, this medical bay had all the features of a hotel resort, while stilling being a licensed medical facility. Filled to the brim with an assortment of drugs and medication that would make a drug addict shake his head in disgust, and equipped with medical devices that both Metal Knight, and Child Emperor hand developed, this medical bay was sure to stitch you back up, and in fighting condition in less than a couple of hours, if not more. The staff within the medical bay were also of elite caliber. Taught and trained to combat all types of health problems and issues, all of the staff work in a routine order, while maintaining an environment that was akin to a patient's home. Nurses are required to soothe and relax any type of stress/discomfort the patient might be feeling, while doctors work round the clock to make sure patients are recovering at an acceptable rate. Yes, the place was like a nice hotel, and you could even say that even if you're a loser of a match, you would still feel like the winner when you were placed in the bay.
King walked through the med bay with ease, finding a front desk in the process. He stood there patiently, watching as a few nurses and doctors walked along the hallways of the med bay. Everything was calm, up until a female nurse came up to fill the front desk, asking him what he was doing the med bay in the first place.
"Oh, I'm here to see a patient." King said with a slight cough, trying to look normal in front of the nurse.
"That's perfectly fine, sir! Which of the patients in the med bay would you like to see?" The nurse said with a smile, a peppy tone in her voice.
"Um, the one that looks like a cyborg…" King said, scratching his chin with his hand.
"Oh, you mean the patient Genos? Just follow me sir, I'll walk you to him." The nurse said with a smile, walking out of the front desk. She then walked beside King, guiding him through the med bay.
"Oh, thanks nurse." King said with a small smile.
"Oh please, it's my job sir." The nurse said, waving a free hand towards King.
After a couple of minutes walking through the med bay, passing by many lounge chairs and Jacuzzis, King followed the nurse through a doorway that lead into a large room, King stepped through the doorway, all to be hit with a flurry of sounds and smells. Banging, sizzling, and searing sounds could be heard all over, and the smell of burning metal filled King's senses, making him concerned on why there was suddenly so much chaos in the room.
"Uh, nurse, what's with all the noise?" King said with a concerned tone, all to be given a waving hand from the nurse again.
"Oh, with the patient Genos, we needed to do a more "mechanical" type of care. So a couple of our doctors made a few calls to the engineering department to come and do some basic patchwork on him, with the permission and guidance from Dr. Kuseno of course!" The nurse said with a smile, oblivious to the loud noise that was happening everywhere.
The room King walked into was heavily sound proofed, as to not disturb the other patients that were at the other side of the med bay, and to ensure confidentiality of Genos from the other patients. The other thing was, with Genos, the process it took to get him back to walking condition took longer than other patients, considering he was part machine.
After a couple more minutes of walking, the nurse led King through a thin, transparent curtain, holding it up for King, so he could walk through it. What came to vision next was a Genos, hanging about 3 ft away from the ground, held by 4 chains that attached themselves to his arms and the sides of his chest, holding him upright. His upper body was covered in welding marks, and his face was dotted with wrappings, and bandages. His hair was a matted mess, and the color in his eyes were a little faded, showing signs of heavy fatigue. Overall, Genos was looking rough in every direction, but King knew that Genos was feeling twice as happier now, than before the beginning of the match.
What was weird about the whole scene was that Genos only had his upper body attached to him, while on the other side of the room, a group of engineers could be seen welding, hammering, and patching his lower body on a mechanic's table. Dr. Kuseno could be heard on a nearby monitor, yelling step-by-step instructions on what openings needed to be welded shut, mechanical parts to be seared closed, and what pieces of digital hardware needed to be recalibrated, and reinstalled. King scratched his head in the confusion, but didn't question it in the end, considering he was friends with a person that was part machine.
"Can I talk to him nurse?" King asked politely, while nudging the nurse on the shoulder, hoping he could talk to Genos. The nurse felt King's hand, and turned towards him, a grin on her face.
"You sure can! If there's anything else you need, just page me in!" The nurse said happily, handing King one of her electronic pagers, and stepping aside from him, leaving King to attend to other patients in the med bay.
When the nurse stepped out of curtain, King walked over towards Genos, a smile creeping up as he saw Genos's face in a contemplative state.
"Yo, roomba, you good?" King said aloud, waving a hand towards Genos, getting his attention in the process. Genos jolted a little, moving his head towards King, and gave him a acknowledging smile.
"Yes, I'm feeling fine, I'll admit, however… Sweet Mask can definitely bring the fight..." Genos said with the same smile, holding a fist towards King, which he then pounded lightly.
"Yeah, great fight out there roomba! Really showed that guy you aren't some pushover, you know?" King said with a happy tone, placing a hand on Genos's shoulder, only to be answered back with a grunt from the cyborg.
"Yes, but I couldn't have possibly done it without you, King. Thanks for everything, truly, I am proud to be considered a friend amongst you!" Genos said with a smile, wrapping an arm around King's shoulder, and watching the engineers work on his lower half, with Dr. Kuseno yelling in the background.
"Ah shut up, tin soldier, you did the heavy lifting here, I just gave you a push." King said blandly, but a light blush could be seen on his face, which Genos saw briefly, causing him to smile to himself as well.
King and Genos both stood there, a dumb smile on both of their faces, reveling in their victory today, while watching the sparks fly off from the wielder's blowtorches on Geno's lower half. They stood there for a couple of minutes, before King up and asked Genos a question.
"Anyway, when do you think you can leave? I'm getting hungry, and I've been walking the Arena hallways for a while now." King said to Genos, letting his arm fall from him, while walking towards the table that held his lower body.
"I have no idea, Dr. Kuseno said that repairs should have been done 30 minutes ago, but the engineers kept welding off parts of my lower body that allow me to freely use my legs. As is the case, Dr. Kuseno started scolding them for their mistakes, and it's been like that ever since." Genos said with a shrug, causing him to lift himself up from the chains slightly.
"Oh, that sucks then. Guess I'll wait here with you then, must've been boring as hell to watch these guys fix your legs, huh?" King said to Genos, nearing the table that held his lower body.
"You have no idea…" Genos said with a blank face, as he watched King look intently at one of his legs, being mindful that he doesn't get in the way of the busy engineers.
"Damn, to think that Sweet Mask could break something as fancy as these, huh?" King said to Genos, while taking notes on the heavy damage Genos's legs took from the fight.
"Ha, my legs aren't fancy… But I agree, Sweet Mask surely had the power to really damage me to a critical state, so much so, it came to the point where I couldn't walk anymore, and you had to carry me towards the medical team afterwards. That reminds me, thank you for carrying me back there." Genos said, placing a hand on his chin, rubbing it back and forth as he reminisced of today's events.
"Bro, shut up. We're friends, and you still have the nerve to say thanks to me after all that? C'mon, it's a given I'd give you a hand, no need for thanks." King said facing towards Genos, a little annoyed with Genos's naivety, while walking away from the table, going over towards Genos again.
"Besides, I had no idea cyborgs could cry…" Was all King could say, before he saw Genos get very red in the face, and right arm quickly covering his eyes.
"W-Wipe that f-from your mind! F-Forget what happened b-back there!" Genos said with a tone the was a mix between embarrassment, and anger.
"Nope." King said with a smile, pulling up a stray chair, and placing it next to Genos, sitting beside him, and grinning from ear to ear.
"I wonder what would happen if Saitama-bro found out about this…" King said with a laugh, only to be answered by plumes of smoke coming out of Genos's ears.
"You wouldn't dare…" Genos said, hands covering his mouth as he thought of a million ways to kill King as of this moment.
"That depends on you, tin soldier, can I control you from time to time?" King said, facing towards Genos with a smirk, and a raised eyebrow, hoping he could control Genos again.
"Hell. No." Genos said towards King, his eyes taking the appearances of furnaces at full blast.
King reacted accordingly, as he proceeded to pull out his phone from his pink knapsack, and started dialing Saitama's number.
"O-Okay! Okay! Just don't tell him anything!" Genos said frantically, losing his tough facade as soon as he heard the dial tone ring on King's phone.
"Hell yeah! We're gonna do some cool shit together man!" King said, genuinely excited about what he can do now with Genos's permission.
King went on with his ideas, and told Genos some cool combo attacks that they could try out together, but it fell on deaf ears, as Genos started to think about the events that happened today.
"Why did I become friends with this otaku?" Genos asked himself, groaning, but smiling at the same time, as he watched sparks from the welders' blowtorches come flying off in the distance from his lower body, giving off the impression that he was going to be here a little while longer, next to a man talking to the wind.
"Well, at least it's not all bad..." Genos said to himself smiling, as he closed his eyes, listening to King's constant rambling, and the relaxing sounds of machines whirring, like music playing in the background.
1 Hour Later...
Fubuki could be seen sitting upright on a bed, wearing a patient's gown, and eating some toast with jelly. She was in her own patient room, watching TV on the wall, that broadcasted the prior events, and the results of today's matches. She wasn't too shocked at what happened in the exhibition match, since she knew that her sister could mop the floor with those two S-Class heroes at any given time, and the fight with all of the S-Class heroes, with the exception of the highest ranking A-Class, was simply amazing. Using techniques that were both unorthodox, and legendary, Fubuki was amazed at how fierce both the A-Class, and S-Class heroes fought, also making subtle mental notes on King and Demon Cyborg, whose team combat was downright spectacular. But the fight that really got her riled up was the fight with her and Saitama. Sure, she knew deep down that she had no chance of winning against him in the first place for some reason, but she didn't think that she would go down that easily. On the flip side, however, the way she fought satisfied her to no end. All serious, and with guts, no other fight has ever left her feeling like she did now, and for that, she would have to thank Saitama.
As Fubuki kept watching the match, she was getting even more excited up from the way she fought, feeling ready to go back out there and fight Saitama again. She wondered to herself if her sister felt the same way... But as Fubuki kept watching the match unfold, her excitement died down, and was replaced with a realization that stung like a slap to the face, that being the fact Saitama was just stronger, period. Fubuki watched as Saitama punched two pillar-sized blocks of stone with ease, almost with boredom. She watched as he casually spun his way out of a tornado, blasted an orb of pure energy a good distance away with just a single punch, and broke out of ice that couldn't be melted, or destroyed by conventional means. Aside from the part when she pressed herself onto Saitama, (Causing bad thoughts to plague her mind…) All of this and more really showed how far Saitama was from her, and how much of a distance she would need to cover, just to approach him, let alone stand as his equal. It was as if she were a runner in a race, and there were an infinite amount of runners. Saitama represented the infinite runners, while she was the runner in last place, the number after infinity. To call the gap in power enormous is an insult to the comparison, as if it were far too little a word to convey the true distance Saitama was at, and Fubuki knew she would still need a lot more training to undergo, just to even consider herself being in the same ballpark as Saitama, let alone be considered on the same level as him.
"How in the hell did you get so strong in the first place, Saitama?" Fubuki thought to herself, as she finished her toast, and began to move out of her bed.
Fubuki fidgeted with the back of her patient's gown, eyeing a freshly pressed, dark green dress that hung on the door of her patient's room, with a pair of green heels placed next to the door, shining brightly from the light coming from the top of the room. Fubuki knew where the dress came from, as she got up from the bed, and walked towards the door it hung from.
Fubuki picked up the dress, and softly pressed it up towards her nose. The dress gave off the smell of lavender, and clean water, making her sigh with a smile. Fubuki then took off her gown, putting on the dress with ease, and acknowledging the person that delivered her new dress, that person being one of her most trusted agents, Lily.
"Thanks Lily, you always know what I need when the time comes." Fubuki said to herself fondly, as she finished putting on the dress.
After sliding on the new heels, Fubuki walked back towards her bed, and fished out a small, electronic pager on the side of the bed, and spoke into the microphone part of it, trying contact one of the nurses.
"I'll be taking my leave now, thank you kindly for keeping me in your care." Fubuki said promptly, a smile on her face as she feels her new dress hug her body.
"No worries! Simply walk towards the charge nurse at the front desk, and they'll discharge you from the medical bay, Afterwards, you can leave, and be on your way! Please come again, err, no wait… Try not to get hurt next time!" A nurse said with a peppy voice, causing Fubuki to smirk on her end.
"Such nice people…" Fubuki said to herself, placing the pager on the bed, making her way towards the door soon after. Jumbled thoughts, and a multitude of feelings swirled in Fubuki as she reached the door, what came next as she opened it, however, was the graceful image of King and Genos walking casually towards the front desk, tacking on a whole new set of emotions to Fubuki's already mixed bag of feelings.
"D-Demon Cyborg?! K-King, what're you doing here?" Fubuki yelled out, completely throttled that she stumbled upon two S-Class heroes out of the blue. Both Genos and King turned towards Fubuki abruptly, a look of surprise on both of them.
"Oh, good evening Ms. Blizzard of Hell, I hope you aren't too hurt from the matches today." Genos said calmly, praying lightly that his Sensei didn't rough up Fubuki too badly.
"U-Um… I'm feeling a-alright, but more importantly, what are you doing here?!" Fubuki shouted fervently, still a little bit hysterical about seeing two S-Class heroes out of nowhere. It was then King's turn to talk, as he faced Fubuki with his signature intimidation face.
"Genos here, had to stay a bit longer in recovery, considering he's a cyborg, and the medical staff at hand were more used to a, human, sort of patient. As for me, I didn't sustain any damage whatsoever." King said with a low rumble, quietly shaking Fubuki's figure in the process.
Fubuki stood there, feeling hints of fear well up from within her, but she started the conversation with these heroes, only fair to see it through.
"O-Oh, then that's all I needed to know…" Was all Fubuki could let out, before her mouth instinctively closed shut.
The three heroes all stood there awkwardly, as none of them knew how to continue with the conversation, up until Fubuki started talking again.
"Uh, you two had an superb match though! It was amazing to see you two fight so well together!" Fubuki shouted out bluntly, causing Genos to shift his eyes slightly towards King, while King stood still, hints of a smile forming.
"It was nothing really, it was all of this cyborg's doing that won the match, I simply took control when I could." King reasoned, eyeing at how Fubuki was intently looking at him.
"O-Oh stop it would you! You did just as much as I could, maybe even more!" Genos blurted out, a small blush on his face.
Fubuki just watched the interaction between the two S-Class heroes, both acting as if there was no worry in the world. Fubuki would have almost snickered, if not for Genos's next comment.
"But as for you, Ms. Blizzard of Hell, you seemed to hold yourself pretty well against Sensei, hmm?" Genos said questioningly, even though he knew very well his Sensei was not even taking the fight seriously at all. Genos was more on figuring out Fubuki's reaction, scanning her every facial expression as she talked, to gauge her intentions for fighting his Sensei.
"S-Sensei? Oh, you mean Saitama! W-Well…" Fubuki was red in the face, as she started to remember herself pushing up against Saitama firmly.
"Yup, I don't blame you for losing to that guy. He's pretty strong, especially for a baldy." King said jokingly, as he also caught a glimpse of Fubuki's blushing face.
"Hmm? Oh, hey Ms. Blizzard of Hell, you feeling alright? You're all red in the face. Are you sure you're ready to leave?" King said to Fubuki with a small grin, obvious picking hints of embarrassment from her face, knowing all too well from all of the sims he has played over the years.
"Y-Yes, I'm quite fine!" Fubuki yelled out, arms crossed on her chest, her head tilted towards any direction but straight.
"Ok then, if you are feeling alright, then would like to come with us to see Saitama? Me and Genos were about to leave to go see him now." King said with a raised eyebrow, taking a mental note on how quickly Fubuki answered him back.
"YES! U-Uh, I mean, sure, why not?" Fubuki quickly stated, almost on instinct, but immediately retracted, trying to look more disinterested, failing miserably due to her face looking a lit tail light, and giving off visible smoke trails. King just chuckled lightly, while Genos made an internal pouty face, wondering why King would invite Ms. Blizzard of Hell with them to see Saitama.
"Ok then, just follow us, and we'll see Saitama in no time." King said in lighter voice, he face softening as he bounded towards the front desk.
Genos and Fubuki soon followed King's pace, with a dissatisfied Genos walking a bit faster than Fubuki, arms crossed, and his eyebrows furrowed, a little annoyed that they would have to bring her with them. Where as Fubuki tried to look calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside, she was a complete mess. Thoughts of talking to Saitama on a non-business matter was something Fubuki hoped to do since he saved her from her sister, and as such, she never had the chance to to do so. So now having this chance, Fubuki made it her mission to try and get into Saitama little niche of hero friends, and possibly more, as Fubuki's mind started to wonder into unknown territory, as she imagined herself sitting in Saitama's apartment, watching TV with blanket wrapped around her, as Saitama would be in the kitchen, making dinner for the both them while whistling nonsense in the air...
"What the hell is wrong with you, Fubuki?! Stop thinking like that, and get it together! You just want to be friends, that's it!" Fubuki yelled within herself, though deep down, she felt something more as she thought about Saitama, like a large fire was set ablaze in her chest as she kept pressing the idea of her and Saitama being so close with one another, making her blush even harder.
"Maybe that could happen…" Fubuki said to herself, standing alone in the hallway, looking off in the distance with a light pink hue, not realizing that King and Genos had walked their way to the front desk, and getting properly discharged. Snapping out of her daze, feeling very embarrassed, and leagues more anxious, Fubuki followed suit, and quickly came behind Genos and King, leaving the medical bay entrance, and walking through the arena hallways.
Outside the Arena Lobby Entrance...
"H-Hey, why did you leave me back there?! It's rude to leave a woman by herself!" Fubuki protested, which got the attention of King, while Genos simply ignored her complaints.
"Um, listen here miss, the thing is, me and Genos here, have places to be, and you standing around, looking like you've been hit by cupid, ain't really in our schedule. We simply asked you if you wanted to accompany us to see Saitama, it isn't our responsibility to wait for you if want to come or not, understand?" King said with a strong voice, his face giving the impression he was not going to hear anything that Fubuki had to say. Genos allowed himself to let out an internal fist bump, while Fubuki answered back with a feeble nod, remembering her place when it came to the two S-Class heroes.
"Good, glad we could come to an agreement." King said with finality. The three heroes kept walking through the hallways in silence, until Genos caught a glimpse of the Arena elevator in the distance, it's door opening up with a group of people stepping out of it.
"Hey King, we must have reached the lobby, since I see the elevator just a few feet away." Genos said, trying to identify who were the people coming out the elevator.
"Yup, seems like it." King responded, squinting his eyes towards the elevator, trying to get a read on the people that just stepped out of the elevator, only to be answered by a glaring light hitting his eyes.
"OI! King, Genos, awesome fight out there, really kicked some ass!" Saitama waved towards the two heroes, lightly jogging towards them, with a pouty-faced looking Tatsumaki on his shoulders, grasping his head lightly, her legs wrapped comfortablely around his neck.
"Baldy, stop moving so much!" Tatsumaki yelled, squeezing Saitama's head several times over, trying to slow his running, which failed to no end.
King and Genos instantly grew face wide blushes, getting highly embarrassed that Saitama would so openly compliment them on their recent match. It took Saitama about a minute to reach them, and when he did, he gave King a solid pat on the back, and Genos a caressing pat on the head. All of this happened right in front of Fubuki, who just stood there, feeling all types of awkward for witnessing such silliness. How Saitama, an A-Class hero, could interact this way with all of these S-Class heroes, she had no idea, especially her sister sitting on his shoulders.
King and Genos felt their faces get a tad bit darker as Saitama gave them their well deserved pats, feeling amazing as he did so.
"S-Sensei, you really don't have t-to do this…" Genos said with a small smile, making no attempt to stop Saitama from doing so.
"Y-yea, c'mon S-Saitama bro, you can s-stop already…" King said with a tiny squeak, which no one heard but Saitama, making him laugh.
"Oh shut up, the both of you! You kicked some serious ass today, and I'm proud as hell. Good job guys!" Saitama said with a large smile, meaning every word as he kept talking.
When King and Genos heard Saitama's kind words, they felt as if they've been struck with a bolt of lightning, feeling all sorts of pride well within them when he said his piece. Huge grins took shape on their faces, and they couldn't help but go in on Saitama as well, throwing shoulder punches, and back pats themselves.
"Pfft, you think that was good? Wait until we get into next match." King said with such swagger, he surprised himself, causing Genos to join him in his raving.
"Yes Sensei, you haven't seen anything yet! Just wait until the next fight!" Genos said excitedly, his grin not leaving his face.
"Damn straight! That's what I'd like to hear, coming from the world's strongest man, and my disciple!" Saitama said, acting along with their performance, only to be bombarded with more chatter from King and Genos.
After a few round of playful banter, Saitama noticed a stalk still Fubuki in the background, her face looking towards his direction, but she was more on looking towards Tatsumaki, who was still sitting on his shoulders.
Fubuki stood there with expectant look in her eyes, wondering what her sister is going to say when she decides to speak. That question was answered rather quickly when Tatsumaki managed to look towards Fubuki's figure.
"Not bad at all, in fact, it was a good fight back there Fubuki. You've gotten stronger, and that makes me all the more happier." Tatsumaki said with a small smile on face, Fubuki's heart on the verge of blowing up.
"A compliment from Onee-Chan?! Is this really happening, or am I dreaming?" Fubuki asked herself, her face getting redder by the second, only to be caught off guard when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey Fubuki, good fight out there. Hope you aren't feeling a bit down from losing in our match today." Saitama said carefully, squeezing his hand gently on Fubuki's shoulder, hoping she wasn't going to hold a grudge against him for losing.
On Fubuki's side however, she was being hit by waves of emotions, feeling her face melting by ever passing moment. Having Saitama's hand on her shoulder felt amazing, and greatly comforting, and hearing her older sister's praise gave Fubuki a much needed confidence boost. With a humble smile, Fubuki raised a hand towards Saitama's, and held it in her own.
"Thanks for the praise Saitama, i just hope I was able to put up some sort of fight for you." Fubuki said with a smile, now facing Saitama, holding his hand during the whole ordeal.
"Oh no worries, you did just fine, Fubuki. I hope I didn't hurt you too bad, you know?" Saitama said with a carefree smile, holding a finger gun at her, not noticing Fubuki's red face, and Tatsumaki's legs clasping around his head.
H-He's worried about me?! D-Does that mean he l-l-l-likes me…" Fubuki wondered in her head, as Saitama's comment was making Fubuki feel all types of good, while Tatsumaki wasn't feeling good at all.
"W-What does baldy mean when he says that? If you're so worried about her, you should've just walked her to the hospital yourself… freaking baldy, I'm here too, you know…" Tatsumaki thought to herself, now growing redder like Fubuki, feeling a new sense of anger for no particular reason at all.
"Is this my chance to ask him now? Just go for Fubuki!" Fubuki yelled to herself, feeling a wave of confidence surge through her.
"U-Um, I'm alright! B-But more importantly, are we friends now?!" Fubuki blurted out, instantly regretting her decision to ask, wishing at that moment she was never born, and that her existence be wiped from memory.
"Uh, sure? I mean I thought it was given after we fought, but whatever." Saitama said with a shoulder shrug, raising Tatsumaki for a moment in the process.
Fubuki's mind was now putty, considering she had just gotten confirmation that Saitama really did see her as a friend. As Fubuki was riding her newfound high, the others from the patio finally caught up with Saitama.
"Ey Boss, what the hell man? Why'd ya go and ditch us for?!" Styles came up to Saitama, immediately retracting, as he saw Tatsumaki still sitting on Saitama, looking absolutely pissed off.
"Oh, hey Styles. I just wanted to come up, and congratulate King and Genos on their fight." Saitama reasoned out, facing Styles, wearing a carefree attitude
"Uh huh, well, if for that, that's fine, I guess…" Styles muttered off, slugging Saitama's shoulder in response. Just then, Bang came up from behind Styles, brimming with jubilance.
"Ah, Saitama, I'm glad we were able to catch up with you." Bang said, finally catching up with the rest of the group.
"Very splendid fight, might I add, King, Genos. How I wish my students can fight with such synergy." Bang nodded towards the two heroes, who were still feeling all giddy on the inside. Genos and King simply nodded, thanking Bang for the kind words.
"Oh, ya, that was some fighting you did there. One of the fiercest fights I've seen since working here, good job both of you!" Styles said happily, raising a thumbs up towards the two heroes, who nodded accordingly. Everyone in the lobby was conversing peacefully, up until Ava came running in from the distance.
"S-Saitama! Why did you leave us so quickly?" Ava came bustling out, tackling Saitama to the floor in the process. Tatsumaki instinctively flying off him before he fell, and immediately getting levels more pissed off at Ava.
"Oh, hey Ava, what took you so long?" Saitama said in a joking matter, receiving a blush from Ava, as she was getting up from the floor, while helping Saitama up as she did. This earned her intense glares from both Fubuki and Tatsumaki, as subtle, dark green hues started forming around them.
"Y-You… I'm so sorry Saitama, I'm just so clumsy!" Ava cried out, steadying herself as she got up from the ground.
"Stop acting so weird, Ava. I said it's fine, really." Saitama said as he got up, both of his hands raised towards Ava, trying to convey it was really alright. A few feet away from them, Both Fubuki and Tatsumaki stood there, finding themselves staring hard towards Ava, who started to laughing from Saitama's actions.
"Who is this woman, Onee-Chan?" Fubuki asked her sister telepathically, her eyebrows furrowed, still holding an intense stare towards the womanly cyborg.
"She's one of the Arena workers here, and she's one of Saitama's friends, supposedly…" Tatsumaki answered back, arms crossed, her glare getting brighter as she looked towards Ava, who was now laughing hard with Saitama.
"What's so funny about tackling into someone?! And why is Saitama just laughing it off like it's no big deal?!" Fubuki asked loudly towards her sister, causing Tatsumaki to turn towards her.
"I-I don't know! B-Baldy is just weird like t-that!" Tatsumaki reasoned, both her hue, and Fubuki's were now glowing brighter, as they watch Ava interact with Saitama.
During all of this, King, Bang, Genos, and Styles watched as Saitama kept talking with the womanly cyborg, not noticing the two espers glowing in the background. They all wondered how in the world Saitama could befriend such women. Soon after, Ava began to glow herself, suddenly feeling lighter then she had ever been in her life.
"Meh, that's Saitama-bro, always working his magic on people…" King thought to himself, chuckling as he saw Ava beginning to float in the air.
"I wonder what star this man was born under, to be given such luck in this life…" Bang mused to himself with a smile, as he saw the young woman cyborg being spun quickly around in the air.
"To think Sensei had this much sway in so many people…" Genos said to himself, watching Ava fly through the air, landing right in front of him, her eyes showing obvious signs of heavy dizziness.
"At least try to take care of these dames, Boss… At this rate, they're gonna fight each other, with or without a match schedule!" Styles reasoned out in his head, watching the 2nd Ranked S-Class hero sit on Saitama's shoulders once again, with a frantic Fubuki at his back, trying to yank her off him.
"Onee-Chan, get off of him! Can't see he doesn't like it at all?!" Fubuki yelled towards Tatsumaki, only to be answered by a cute grunting.
"Eh, I don't really care about it anymore, to be honest with you. Actually, I kinda got used to the feeling of her on my neck." Saitama said towards Fubuki with a shoulder shrug, making Tatsumaki stick out her tongue in defiance against Fubuki, causing her to blush even harder.
"B-But-" Was all Fubuki could get out, before a large intercom started booming announcements in the main lobby.
"To the fellow audience members that have graced us today, we, the Hero Organization, truly appreciate you coming to view our spectacle. But don't think for a moment that this is the end, for tomorrow, new matches will surely be more astounding than the ones presented today. As for the match listings for tomorrow's main events, here are the following:
Tomorrow's 4 Match Line Up:
A-Class Rank: 7 - Caped Baldy (vs.) S-Class Rank: 16 - Metal Bat
S-Class Rank: 17 - Puri-Puri-Prisoner (vs.) S-Class Rank: 11 - Superalloy Darkshine
S-Class Rank: 15 - Tanktop Master (vs.) S-Class Rank: 10 - Pig God
S-Class Rank: 13 - Flashy Flash (vs.) S-Class Rank: 9 - Drive Knight
We hope that you, beloved audience member, return to witness some of the greatest show of strength that mankind can present. Until then, drive home safely, and come back tomorrow!" The loud intercom said with finality, turning off with a loud click of a button. Saitama stood there, a small smile on his face.
"An S-Class huh? Well, I hope they're ready for tomorrow…" Saitama said to himself, as he started walking towards the arena entrance. Tatsumaki, still sitting on Saitama's shoulders, wondered how tomorrow's matches will go down, just like everyone else that was in Saitama's group.
Everyone walked with Saitama, feeling both excited and scared to see what Saitama might do tomorrow, for most of them new that they couldn't see Saitama ever losing, not to anyone known, and even those unknown. But whatever tomorrow holds, they all knew Saitama was the one that was the most anxious of them all.
Hey guys, chicken here, here to say Happy Christmas and Merry New Years! ... Ok, maybe I took a little longer this time, but hey, I'm back! I just really hope you guys are still reading the story, and that it keeps you entertained. I'll get you guys another chapter in the mean time soon, see yall in the next one!